He rode to the sun like a knight
even when his muscles ached in protest,
he only stopped as the first rays of the sun, in reds and golds engulfed him wholly,
leaving a burning scent of his existence.
Love y'all
~Daisy
YOU ARE READING
The Deep End
PoetrySometimes the best results come when you are thrown in the deep end ~Natalie Cook ~~~~~~~~~ In this book there are thoughts and feelings which some of you have gone through, I remind you, you are not alone in this and maybe after a while the pain wi...
